11/06/2026
Just a small carry-on containing my need for everyone to be happy with me, every conversation I’ve replayed since 2008, and the belief that resting is something I have to earn. Packed light. 🧳
Oh, and a separate compartment for the things I’m “totally over” but can still describe with suspiciously specific detail.
Sometimes the stuff we bring to therapy doesn’t feel like baggage. It feels like being responsible. Being easygoing. Being the person who never needs anything and always figures it out.
You might be so used to carrying it that you barely notice the weight. You notice that you’re exhausted, resentful, overthinking a two-word text, or saying “it’s fine” while mentally preparing an entire courtroom defense.
And then you sit down and say, “I don’t know. I’ve just been stressed lately.”
You don’t need to arrive with an organized timeline, a dramatic backstory, or a clear explanation of why something still bothers you. You can start with the argument you keep having. The favor you wanted to decline. The guilt that shows up whenever you take a break.
You also don’t have to unpack everything in one session. There’s no prize for emptying the entire bag before the hour is up.
“Can we look at why I keep carrying this?” is plenty to start with.